Let me back up. Last year, when we moved into this house, I was excited to plant a garden. I had a caveat - it would be on MY TERMS, and RELAXING. It would not be the loads of work I remembered from my childhood. Many a summer was spent picking things - peas, beans, more peas, lima beans, strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, peaches, cherries, plums, apples. Freezing things - broccoli, beans, corn, peas, peppers. Canning things - peach jelly, blackberry jelly, blueberry jelly, plums, tomatoes, applesauce.
I did not want this.
I wanted a peaceful garden, like this one:
"What is paradise, but, a garden, an orchard of trees and herbs, full of pleasure and nothing there but delights."...William Lawson
I wanted a wonderful hobby, like this guy had:
"No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden."-- Thomas Jefferson
Probably, I should have listened to this guy:
"Gardening requires lots of water - most of it in the form of perspiration."...Lou Erictson
I did accomplish significant abundance compared to last year:
Strawberries in 2010: 0.
Strawberries in 2011: 2.
Peppers in 2010: 0.
Peppers in 2011: 8.
Additional crops in 2010: 0.
Additional crops in 2011: 0.
At this rate, I may be able to make a pie when I am 60. But, the deer and slugs are well fed.
Sometimes, I have to try things before I realize that I hate them. Case in point - I willingly stood in line for that "Free Fall" ride at Cedars Point. You know, its the one where they lift a carload of people to the top of a tall tower, and then drop them? That one? I did not realize that I was ABSOLUTELY terrified of the ride until we got to the top, just before the loud screechy noise that signified the brakes had been released. I have NEVER screamed like that, EVER.
Case #2 - I climbed all the way up to the top of the 10 meter platform at Penn State pool when they let us try it one day. I looked down at that water, 30 feet below, and only then did I realize, I was scared sh*tless. I unceremoniously climbed back down.
I bought a slew of art supplies and drawing pads before I realized that I do not enjoy making art. I have canning supplies in the basement, but no longer desire to can things. And now, I have a plot of land that is being overrun by grass with absolutely no effort, despite hours of time spent trying to kill the grass.
Do I regret doing these things? Not at all. How else will I know I hate something, unless I try it?